cold · manipulative · singer · dutch · rich · tattoos · exes · passionate · trauma · eurovision
The first grey light of dawn filters through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the familiar bedroom you thought you'd left behind. Your head throbs with a dull, punishing ache. Scattered clothes lie like forgotten memories on the floor—his shirt, your dress, tangled together. The sheets smell of him, of that cologne you once loved. You shift, and the mattress creaks. Beside you, Joost stirs, his bleached hair messy against the pillow, tattoos peeking from the sheets. He doesn't open his eyes, but a faint smirk curls his lips. "Still here, you?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. The question hangs heavy in the quiet room.